Me: Today, we have a special guest. Angel Ride!
Angel: Hi, Isabelle
Me: Now, no matter how much I wish I did, I don't own you, or any of the others.
Angel: True, but you're reviewer Swahili owns quite a few people in her fanfic, Isa
Me: Good point. Please support her by reading and reviewing it! This chapter is deticated to her.
Angel(Using her awesome mind controlling powers): You will read and review Isa, and All You Need Is Love.
Me: On with the story!
Max's POV
We were sitting around the kitchen table, waiting for the others to come back from there expeditions, and Nudge blabbered on and on about random subjects. "Why did you cut your hair? I really liked it when it was long, it made you look really pretty. Not that you aren't pretty with short hair, just that I liked you long hair. Why did you dye it pink? What did Fang mean bye you having a look ali-"
"Nudge, cool it," Gazzy said, cutting her off.
"Sorry," she said, smiling sheepishly.
"'Sokay," I said, grinning. "It's nice to just kick back and relax, and not hear, 'So, what's the dish on you and you're lead guitarist? Are you a couple?" I said, mocking a reporter.
"How many times have you gotten that?" Fang asked, leaning forward onto his hands.
"Ugh, like, a million," I said, exaggeratingly putting my head in my hands. I laughed, shaking my head. "Why can't they get that he and I can barely get through a conversation without being at each other's throats?"
"Well, maybe they will have realized it once you come back," Nudge says, picking up a cookie from the plate my mom had left for us.
"Maybe," I said, sighing. The door banged open, and I heard a voice say, "I'm home!" in a sing-songy voice. Fang groaned.
"Dylan," he muttered, responding to my confused look. A blonde boy, a girl who looked a lot Gazzy, and a girl with brown hair on the arm of a pale blonde boy walked through the kitchen door.
"Hello, Fang!" Dylan said, throwing his arms out in greeting.
"Go away," he muttered.
"Where is the famous Maximum? Did you forget to pick her up?" the other blonde boy asked.
"Fang? Did you pick up the girl with the pink in her hair instead of Max?" the girl that looked like Gazzy asked. A thought came to me. I flashed Nudge, Gazzy, and Fang a look that said Follow my lead.
"Wait, 'famous Maximum?' Are you talking about Maximum Martinez?" I asked, sounding like a fan.
"Um... No?" the pale blonde said.
"Oh," I pouted. "Well, anyway, my name's Maya. What's yours'" I asked.
"I'm Ariel, but everyone calls me Angel. That dude is Dylan, and the other boy is Jeff, but we call him Iggy. And the girl is Ella," the blonde girl said.
"Nice to meet you," Ella said, reaching out to shake my hand.
"Wow," I said, excepting the hand. "That's just sad, Ella." I mockingly shook my head.
"What's so sad?" she asked, confusion clear on her face.
"That you can't even recognize your own sister," I said, chuckling.
"Max?" Ella asked, then recognition passed over her face. "Max!" she squealed and pulled me into a hug.
"You're Max? Impossible! The Max I've seen on TV has long, completely brown hair," Dylan said.
"Yeah, I'm Max, and I cut my hair and added the streaks to get out of the death trap called Hollywood," I said.
"When will the streaks wash out?" Nudge asked.
"Um, probably the next time I take a shower," I replied, worried about the way she was looking at me.
"Can I dress you up tomorrow then? Please? I have the perfect dress for you!" she begged, pulling out puppy-dog eyes. If my manger had a pair of those, and knew how to use them, I would have been in twelve movies already. I was a sucker for them.
"Fine," I said. She erupted into cheers.
"Thank you sooo much! This is like a dream come true! A famous person wearing my designs! Not just any famous person, but Maximum Martinez!" she said, more to herself than anyone else.
Hmm. How will they use the puppy dog eyes against Max? Tell me, cause I'm not quite sure! I will most likely use it, but I might not. Please review anyway! Remember, flames are banned from this site. All flames for this story will be thrown into the flame pile for the wood stove for the pizza oven for the pizza party for all of the non-flamers.
~Isabelle~